Rina
Rina didn't seemed to concerned with trying to remember if they had formally met before. She didn't have the best memory, but she spent so much time away from home it would be a miracle if anybody remembered her. "I'll make sure to get you in contact with him before the festival is over then." She seemed unprepared for the following questions. Benito Contari? With the Council? Too much to keep up with. "No, signora, I-" she stopped suddenly. Merda, I never introduced myself.
She started to panic, trying to figure out how to save the situation without making the faux pas too obvious. She gave a small sigh, feigning that she was dropping a formal facade. "Eh, please, I only use my Contari affiliation for official business. I haven't been involved with the Council for years, and haven't been a spokesperson for the Contari family since the conflict. It's just Como these days, but Rina is fine since it is a festival." She paused for a moment. Did she just pull that off? It sounded awkward but Rina was never the one in charge of diplomacy. She was so caught up in antagonizing the former Ghost that she forgot her manners.
"I'm here because a Chrysanthemum that I worked with until recently invited me, but she seems a little occupied at the moment." She motions to Chika, currently involved with a group of Dragons. "I'm mostly here for enjoyment, but I wouldn't mind reaffirming my good relationship with our sisters in Kusari."